There was a small movement within the rubbles.

The air was still dusty from the recent disaster and orange ambers and cinders were still hanging for their lives. An eerie silence filled the atmosphere, as if everything was muted from the outside world.

Within the ash and layers of cement dust, a small, confused face appeared. She looked around with a hint of frustration and confusion in her pools of brown in her eyes. There was a rattle of bricks and other broken materials as the small hands drowsily pushed it away.

Around her was nothing. Well… almost nothing.

The buildings as far as she could see were completely destroyed. Some people would think that it was a junk yard, if it wasn't for the occasional broken furniture, beds and other materials that told her that there once was someone living here.

She walked for ages.

Everything was the same. Rubbles after rubbles, brick after brick. Then, she saw a small cot, still intact. She looked at the mattress, and saw a blackened ash, presumably the size of a small toddler. She closed her eyes, trying to unsee what she had just seen.

'What happened here?' She thought as she walked along.

Tired of walking, she sat down on what she thought was a rock. She made sure that there were no shadows or ashes on it.

She covered her face and sighed. She was frustrated. What happened here? Where was she?

She paused in horror.

Who was she?

She felt her heart beating faster and faster. She couldn't help but feel as if everything was spinning to an end. She didn't know who she was. Did she have a family? A lover? Friends? What was she doing in this place and why was she alone?

"Hello?"

She flinched in surprise. Her voice was deeper than she thought. Sort of velvety smoothness. Except she felt like she had never heard her voice in her life.

She decided to walk it off. There were two things she could do – she could walk and see if she can find anyone, or stay here and eventually die of starvation and thirst.

She stopped again when the light was getting dimmer. The purple, star-filled sky was beautiful to watch. Except it felt underwhelming at the same time. Somewhere in her mind, something was telling her that there was more to the stars that what she was seeing right now.

That was when she faintly heard a dog barking. She could also hear a murmur from some people. Her face brightened up as she walked towards the sound. Wherever this was, she was looking forward to leave it behind.

"Find her. She couldn't have gotten far. You have a permission to hurt her. The only thing the director wanted was her alive. He didn't tell us how much."

There was a cackle amongst the group.

She ran away. She hoped that they didn't mean her. She realised that perhaps trying to find people wasn't a good idea.

Through the faint starlight, she saw herself in a puddle of muddy water. She slowly traced over her eyes, nose and her mouth. Was this what she really looked like? She made different faces and saw how her faces reacted. Even her face was unfamiliar to her.

She dug herself a bed in the midst of a rubble, and laid down. She must have briefly fallen asleep, because when she woke up, she realised she wasn't where she thought she was. She was hearing screams, but she knew that wherever she was, there was no sound. No birds, no animals, no people, just her.

That's when she started hearing a small patter of footsteps.

"Clara… Clara…"

Clara. That was her name. Clara Oswald. She dug deeper into the rubble, hoping that whoever that was didn't find her. She was scared. What if it was someone who wanted to hurt her?

She held her breath to deaden her sound of breathing. Her stomach growled, and she quickly held it to quieten the noise. She was so thirsty and hungry.

She stayed quiet and still as she heard the footstep passing hers. There was some sort of a sequence of mechanical beeps, which was getting faster as the footstep got closer.

The beeping noise reminded her of the screams. She didn't know whose scream, but it was ringing through her ears. She quickly covered her ears, but in the process, knocked out a broken brick, which dropped with a considerable amount of noise.

"Hello?" The person sounded very young. "Clara, is that you?" the person whispered even more quietly, yet her voice filled with optimism.

Clara didn't have a choice. She felt for a small shard of glass. She sprung up and aimed at the young woman.

The young woman gave out a small scream as she held her hands up high. Instead of looking frightened, she looked happy.

Clara tightened her grip.

"If you don't stay still, I'll drive this through your heart." There was a small pause. Clara realised she had all the information to kill a person inside her mind, but where did that come from?

"Clara, it's okay. Do you remember me?"

"You're my enemy." That slipped out of her naturally. Perhaps she was her enemy.

"No, Clara. I'm not. What happened to you?" She approached closer, and Clara took a step back, keeping her distance.

"One more step, and you'll be begging me to kill you."

"Clara, don't you remember me? It's Osgood."

Clara momentarily lowered the shard. Osgood. It was a familiar word. She was wearing a familiar face as well. No, stay on guard. She thought as she raised the shard again.

"I'm unarmed. I can't do anything to you. This is just a small computer. I know you're scared, and you have every right to be. But I promise I'm only here to protect you." Osgood said, slowly taking out everything in her pockets to prove she was unarmed. "We are friends, you and I. Remember Kate? And UNIT?"

Clara clenched her shard. UNIT. She shook her head as a voice cried out inside her head.

"It's all UNIT's fault. That's why you're in this mess in the first place. UNIT cannot be trusted."

"UNIT can't be trusted." Clara said, almost monotonously, as if she was a programmed robot.

They both turned around as they heard dogs barking nearby.

"Clara, we don't have time. Please, you have to come with me. It's not safe out here."

"No." She backed away, further and further. Something within her told her to run away. Clara came to a conclusion that she was only a clever ploy to kill her, like those people she had overheard before.

"Clara! Please! Come back!" Osgood had failed. She kneeled on the rubbles in misery. It had been two years looking for Clara… She had the chance just then and she had managed to miss it. Perhaps they were right. Her sister was better fit for the job than she ever was.

Clara finally stopped in exhaustion. She had stopped on the edge of the cliff, looking down a long drop. It was covered in what seemed like muddy water, but she couldn't tell since it was still quite dark. She dropped onto the patch of soft dirt and gathered her breath back. She felt the tears streaming out. She didn't mean to cry. She was sure that she wasn't a weepy person in the past. But this time it was different. She was so scared. Not of the big scary men, not of the encounter, but the fact that she couldn't remember her family, friends and her past.

Clara didn't know how long she'd been here, but when she gathered her senses, she saw a dog curiously looking at her. It was covered in golden and black fur, and it stared at her with its big blue eyes.

She approached it without realising it was hostile. As soon as she reached out, the dog painfully bit her wrist. She cried out in pain, and the dog started barking, and Clara started to run along the cliff. Tried to.

Soon, the men she had seen before had found her, and the dogs clung onto her to stop her from escaping again.

"No more escapes for you." A man with an evil snide ran through her chin.

Clara tried to avoid the touch. She tried to look brave, but couldn't stop the trembles.

"They said I needed to bring you alive. I plan to do that, but barely. That's my fun to have. I have to admit though, I did have difficulty tracking you down. You're very… slimy." He pulled out something from his pocket. "But never fear, all in a day's work. After all, this is what I get paid for. Hunting Familiars like you."

Familiars. That's what he kept referring Clara as.

The man held Clara down and placed two pills down Clara's throat. Clara coughed and did her best to spit it out, but it was too late.

"Just a bit of sedative, don't worry. It's made of the finest snake venom in this star system."

Clara retched as she felt the poison spread through her body. First it was the headaches, then her vision started disappearing. She tried to latch onto anything as she felt herself plummet into the darkness.

In the midst of Clara's panic, she heard a voice.

"Stop! Let Clara go."

"Or what? You'll shoot me? With what, your wheezy puffer?"

Clara heard a small puff.

There was a muffled dog yelps and a thud.

Clara felt the warmth of a hand. She helplessly grabbed on.

"Hey, Clara. It's okay, You're okay. We'll get you fixed up as soon as we are back. But for now, you have to trust me, okay? It's just going to feel like a roller coaster ride, okay? Here goes."

Clara felt a small push. Then she felt weightless. Then everything came at once. Clara couldn't do anything but whimper. By that stage, the venom had paralysed her limbs and was slowly taking over her hearing.

She heard Osgood once more, except less lively. She sounded like she was trying to hide her pain.

"I'll be back, okay? I know it hurts, just hold on a little longer."

"Osgood! I thought I told you not to leave the base." Clara was just about to make the sentences as her hearing failed.

"I'm sorry sir… found her in an explosion... kidnapped…. Needs a doctor…"

Hearing was finally gone. Clara felt people touching her in places that hurt and felt them lifting her up. She shivered in their touch. Soon after, something warm spread across her body, and she felt asleep, forgetting the nightmarish experience.